Over There
Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run
Hear them calling you and me?
Everyone for Liberty
Hurry right away, go today, no delay
Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to cry
To be proud her boy's in line
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the yanks are coming, the yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun
Johnny, show the "Hun" you're a son-of-a-gun
Hoist the flag and let her fly
Yankee Doodle, do or die
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit
Yankee to the ranks from the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you
And the old red-white-and-blue
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the sammies are coming, the sammies are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the sammies are coming, the sammies are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run
Hear them calling you and me?
Everyone for Liberty
Hurry right away, go today, no delay
Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to cry
To be proud her boy's in line
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the yanks are coming, the yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun
Johnny, show the "Hun" you're a son-of-a-gun
Hoist the flag and let her fly
Yankee Doodle, do or die
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit
Yankee to the ranks from the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you
And the old red-white-and-blue
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the sammies are coming, the sammies are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the sammies are coming, the sammies are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare
Say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back 'til it's over, over there
Credits
Writer(s): George Cohan
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